Geriatric Butler Doesn’t Give An Eph About Fame

Gerard Butler says that his new life as a hot, successful actor does nothing for his soul.   Who said it was supposed to, though?!  Whatever, here’s what Gerard said:  “It’s weird. You are still the same person who has to deal with getting out of bed every morning and going to the toilet. I think that there’s a part of you that always imagines if you encounter success, every fibre of your being will change. And you will suddenly think and feel and behave like a different person. And you don’t. You’re still, ‘Oh, so and so didn’t call me,’ and ‘F**k, I have to take care of that bill.’ “

Oh damn!  I was so sure that famous people didn’t have to use the toilet anymore.  Losers!  Also, who is this re-re bytch that didn’t call him when they were supposed to?  You don’t diss the Phantom, you big re-re!

There was a brief period when I thought Gerard Buttler was a hot piece of forthcoming sessual delights.  That changed after he started getting press and opening his gob and my sister fell in love with his big phat arse.  She totes loves this man.  I don’t get it!  He talks too much about nothing.  He used to be a lawyer, though.  Just thought I’d throw that in.  Also, I had a dream the other night where I met Gerard at a cafe in L.A.!   He kept pestering me for my digits and so I gave them to him.  He called me; took me out to dinner, shagged me, and then proposed.  I kept telling him I didn’t like him like that, but my sister did.  I’m a bad sister, though, because I went ahead and married him.

Back to Gerard’s story.  He says that people recognize him a lot more now.  ”You get people in the street where they literally, at times, go crazy – ‘You don’t understand this was the best film I ever saw!’ And it’s the strength of that reaction that is most overwhelming.”

Those people are obviously talking about P.S. I Love You.   Because that was seriously the best film ever created.  Enjoy the photos of King Leonidas getting papped against his will in Los Angeles. 

 

Sorcery

Photos:  Contact Music (duh!) 

 

Shag Or Gag?

You maybe wondering why I’m forcing this fugly mainstream footballer on your asses.  Keep wondering.  Shag it or gag it!  And live long and prosper.  

P.S.  Are those rosary beads?!

 

The Hobby Horse Is Back In London

Yay!  Sienners Slutcracker Miller is back in London.  I hardly recognized the hobby horse with her clothes on.  Here’s Sienna smoking hardcore and tossing her fag on the street.  Bytches in training, take note:  This is how you present yourself to the world after being caught getting your sessual jollies on with a married bastard with 4 kiddles:  Show no emotion, smoke like a badass, and knot a carpet around your neck. 

I wonder if Keira Knightley is going to speak up about this Sienna sess mess anytime soon.  You know how these two horsey twins are!  Like sissies.